#queer

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  • agjproverbs 3d

    Addressing me by my deadname is like mailing an invite to my old address. I don't live there anymore.
    ©agjproverbs

  • queerqueenathena 5d

    Immaculate

    Girl I know this is new to you
    Got you in a complete spiritual dilemma
    But when the heart finally finds
    That which it did not even think it needed
    How pleasurable it can be
    To throw caution to the wind!
    For love can only be too pure
    A feeling this good
    Could never be wrong.
    It is but a natural feeling
    And how mean can you be
    To deny yourself the pleasure
    Of a holy sensation!
    What harm can possibly be done
    By two girls loving without fear
    Immaculate is all it is
    So do not despair my dear
    For what you feel
    Is only as natural as the universe can be.
    ©queerqueenathena

  • lemon_eyes 1w

    Empty Poet

    I'm sad
    Do I find that bad

    No but I'm not glad either
    Maybe I could have tried harder

    To be happy in my place
    To have a real smile on my face

    Its not like I don't try

    But I feel like I don't try hard enough
    I mean was I made to not be tough

    You know what I mean, if you don't it's not your fault
    Maybe you do maybe you do not

    I think you forgot that life takes a different toll
    On every clueless wondering soul

    Um what's it like to be happy
    To live life all silly and sappy

    Do you know or is that just what life is like in a fairy tale
    I wanna live in a fairy tale where I can fly where I do not wale

    I cry myself to sleep
    But my life isn't really that deep

    I'm just a sad teenager
    That gives into the anger

    That's fed to them on a daily
    But to the adults that seems to silly

    They call us lazy and selfish
    They treat us like we aren't a lost fish

    They think we left the group of fishes by being devlish
    When they kicked us out ha isn't that rich

    All my life I've been called names or been kicked under the bus
    And they think that's no reason to make such a fuss

    I'm sad but you know that
    You won't do anything till I'm gone but you don't know that

    Because you won't realize that I'm actually sad till I'm actually gone
    And you think your so strong

    You think we're impressed by your muscles naw
    You honestly look as dumb as straw

    So when I die my my own hand
    On who will the damn blame land

    Me? My parents? The bully's? The adults?
    Is anyone actually at fault?

    Sure all the mean names and comments did their painful share
    But there is no true reason as to why I'm in such pain and that isn't rare

    To be sad with no reason to stare at
    So when my life crashes with a splat

    Don't you dare blame anyone
    Not me not your daughter your child or son

    I will die, no stopping that
    But if I die by suicide that's not something you can spit at

    You've been spitting on my my entire life leaving me on the concrete floor
    So why would you stop then when I'm gone when I am no more

    Because regret is greater then gratitude
    When Anne Frank wrote that she had the right attitude

    Sometimes I want to kill myself and scream "goodbye I hate you all' or say at least something

    But other times I want to wither away in silence letting the eerie air drag my apologies into nothing.
    ©lemon_eyes

  • queerqueenathena 1w

    Queer

    The hardest and saddest part about being queer is having to pretend that you are fine
    Even when you are at the verge of a mental breakdown
    Because unlike most people
    We don't have the privilege of freely opening up to the people closest to us
    We let the fear of judgement hinder us from seeking help
    Even when we badly need it.
    ©queerqueenathena

  • samtheowl 1w

    Words slither through,
    My mind.
    Leaving the blood,
    Of my insides,
    Behind them.

    Mentions,
    Of a girl now...
    dead.
    The time is now.
    Move...on.

    Denied!
    ...no rest for the,
    wretched.
    ©samtheowl

  • mwaniyaa 2w

    First love

    We sank and hit bottom
    But I will continue to follow
    Your heart until I swallow
    The pain that made you sorrow
    Friends before you leave me
    Blind until your beauty
    Came calling
    Assure me I'll see you in palezo
    That match with your eyes of hazel
    ©mwaniyaa

  • queerqueenathena 3w

    Te'amo

    She looked this way and I think she blushed
    Butterflies feeding on my sanity
    All I can do is stare
    Mesmerized by her glare
    How her beauty strikes me to the core!

    I thought I had been in love before
    But quite honestly never felt like this
    Unwitting devotion
    Got my senses in total commotion
    What can I do with all these emotions?

    I felt her body
    Clinging onto mine at my utmost vulnerable hour
    Then she said she loved me
    Amidst wildly placed kisses
    Sweeter than life itself
    That's the moment I surrendered
    Because she undoubtedly took control of my entire system.
    ©queerqueenathena

  • bunnyfromjupityr 4w

    Elegy For Broken Windows

    Pt.I
    I’ve never ever felt more lost and alone than living in my childhood home. 
    Severing myself away: I stay bawling in a ball on wood tiled floors. Or roaming
    frosted neighborhood nights until single file porch lights turned off. Stones 
    taking flight at bright burning bulbs. Looking back I gotta ask would you have known
    where the wild things went? We went gently in flattened insomniac styrofoam snow:
    deep mint boot prints pack tracks. Roots wilt from flinging blizzard piles that sew
    sluice in somatic soil; maybe I’m Diogenes deracinating ecclestial seams. Tones 
    of a new melody, unlearning what you taught me. Defenestrating screams thrown
    through the window. Flakes twirl all spinally. I don’t come back until dawn grows 
    across the sky. Whiskey whisks with nicotine warmth numbing shivers in chrome 
    silver lined streets. It took so long but I’m finally bomb blasting psalm scripture in poem
    stanzas. Cause I can’t stand the fragmental calm stricturing structures my bones
    build. Your ranting mentally mames me: ripping same scar tissue till xylophone 
    ribs show. Palms zipper, letting go; punches puncture plaster walls. Glowing 
    sun pools in the closet door crack: locked under coat racks. Cold clocking slow,
    yet nonstopping fists gunshot at terminal velocity. Any propinquity has grown
    Into repulsion. Left with perpetual escaping propulsions. Compulsively combing
    thin salamander skin, licking nonexistent burn wounds clean I still see thick rows
    of duct tape twisting my body like kelp pulling into the sea. Asphyxiation goes
    away easily. One day I’ll be torn free no matter if I use my fucking teeth. Yo, do you respect me? Wait, for once I don’t care; for once please shut up. Although, I still fear what you think of me, winding rhymes mean jack shit in this cataclysmic biome y’all call a home. Lastly: fuck you for making that house so haunted by revolting childhood memories, mismatched splotches of paint kaleidoscope my vulnerabilities and now I even flinch at the wrong kind of breathing. I’m just left all goddamn messy.

  • bunnyfromjupityr 4w

    This is about my best friend who took their life on Halloween 2020 #poetry
    #death #imissyou #queer

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    eulogy for hurricane mykal

    Your funeral was last week: unspeaking, half delusional, sleepless and weak after that October morning the call woke me. Bawling bloated tears broke me, soaking my bones. I’m mourning, waiting for you at home. Beer cans in piles, nonstop laughter, we spoke plastered as the sunrise spun into a peach powder horizon. I still cry “why you are gone?” Goya spice on beans and rice, you always left during night. Air shaft lungs lit cigarette cinders even in zephyrs; fall leaves light our frayed twin flames. I miss how you slept till noon. On the way to the wake. I’m shaken. The car window draft makes me quake in amassed cloaks of mist over the silent I-90 interstate. I closed my eyes crying to the most beautiful song: it’s immense immutable quiet. A year crafted in fucking hell. I listened to muted mouthfuls of music ripple along walls as I got high. Scarred memories blister acute childhoods. We came out scorched, right? Your graft against host throat choked you the same, huh? Murder of crows grin that was applied post mortem thin. Snipe smoke slurred out roasted lung too August autumn fire hot.I don’t blame you for wanting the internal burning to stop. Cauterized words sing “I’m fine.” Grief gashes gild with time. The Kintsugi of the self, molten gold grows, clotting jagged cracks. Do you miss me? You taught me carrying charred crucible cups by yourself only ever overflow. Your comforting chaos will never be lost. I was caught by it too. You didn’t ask about the rouge red bloody bathroom sink, how hard I cried, the severed skin, or the empty bottle of rosé. You know how much I love you, a lot. Draping drunk, skating, scraped road rash knees, smashed knuckles bleed all wry together. Impossible flips on our ground floor apartment porch. It’s implausible, not any nouns, aphrodisiacs or euphemisms can’t make your absence go down. Trying to find the crown of the queen that “saved you.” And what’s lost can’t be found.
    I got a bandana at your funeral and the knot slips. Could you twist it tighter round my wrist?

  • bunnyfromjupityr 4w

    I wrote this for my fiancé

    #love #soulmates #intensity #queer

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    El Mar De Mariposa Que Tu Me Das

    Hey I love you, our hands fit like boxing gloves or worn softball mitts: the kind with a little bit of give to em’ ya’ know? Catching momentum, singing spanish, the sun vanishes through Galletine mountains. Locked
    phalanges freeze bright, tightening around pale thighs. Stiff as klondyked icicle spikes against moonlight molding together. Riding down I-90: a city unfurls into a sparkling enchanted sea of tranquility. Stars fall in your mouth
    and when we park, planting them in deep space; on shrill clay Milky Way pink skin. Undoing buttons. Now pushing me unto the truck. Untucked shirt fabric packs palms; whispers you make sound like songs. I get so lost in
    constellations mathematically marking my body. That even on the days I wanna seperate myself from my bones; these asterisms actually feel closer to home than I’ve ever known. This poem isn’t poetry,
    poetry is high tides gripping my sides, and the traces left behind. Gravity clatters our atmospheric matter
    into a syzygy. We are a cosmic dance: a constant flow of motion. Crashing down each other’s walls, swinging this hit, it shoves us back just in shambles; and we don’t pull punches. Blows explode like phosphorus exposing that which sits heavy on chests, holding hummingbird hearts in place. I still can’t believe how confinement feels so fucking good. Trapped by widening pupil darkness, biting your lip over me: we kiss for hours. Stargazing in infinite reflections of ourselves in honey irises. It's funny how cold comfort is, twisting, surrounding my neck. Don’t you think? Being your bunny makes me hope that one day I’ll eventually erode entirely away in your crushing waves,
    ©bunnyfromjupityr

  • agjproverbs 12w

    Gender is a modern construct.

    Period
    ©agproverbs

  • avigraceproverbs 15w

    Kujichagulia

    When I spoke up as a Trans and Non-Binary Woman and refused the names and labels they gave and screamed in the storm while whispering in the wind, "I am Avi Grace", that is my self-determination!
    ©avigraceproverbs

  • in_fragments 19w

    "You- queer, and valid and worthy-
    natural, complex and unique as any other,
    who understands true strength in pride,
    true dignity in spirit and identity,
    pushing beyond the limits history has left;
    fear and oppression and death,
    centuries upon centuries of fetishization,
    villainization, religious ostracization-
    as a child I had seen
    grown men and women-
    fearing God, fearing two humans kissing
    even more-
    I never understood why they cringed
    and shrunk away with pained faces,
    as if it were any different
    than the love they were taught to share.
    Why would God create a being
    in His loving image
    just to terrorize it for life?
    God is not who we think He is.
    He has always loved you,
    He knows your body is but a sliver
    into the soul of who you really are.
    He is demanding now that we work
    to reverse these mistakes we've made,
    all these atrocities committed
    in His name that He never asked for.
    You, who goes traveling
    through hell and back every day
    just to be respected, who is forced to defend
    your right to love at every turn-
    you never have to defend yourself
    to the universe you are an integral part of.
    You are seen and accepted and welcomed in,
    as a human being, lover and friend,
    all color and intensity and vibrancy,
    formed to perfection,
    no matter who you're devoted to
    at the end of everything."
    ©in_fragments

    ~~~~
    Pray the gay away? Maybe pray the fear and homophobia away, u know?...
    #pod #poem #lgbt #queer #gay #lesbian #inspiration #selfcare #god #religion #thoughts @mirakee @writersnetwork @writersbay

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    A Queerer Vision of God

    You, who goes traveling
    through hell and back every day
    just to be respected, who is forced to defend
    your right to love at every turn-
    you never have to defend yourself
    to the universe you are an integral part of.
    You are seen and accepted and welcomed in,
    as a human being, lover and friend,
    all color and intensity and vibrancy,
    formed to perfection,
    no matter who you're devoted to
    at the end of everything.
    ©in_fragments

  • hirdesh17 22w

    Hii. Sharing my personal thoughts with people feels liberating. No one knows me here. I'll be happy if you read this and then reply in the comments :)



    How to un-gay ?
    That's what a 14 years old will search on the internet. When all he faces in the school is bullying , embarrassment and hatred.

    How to walk like a man ?
    That's what a 15 years old will search on Quora
    when hes being mocked, made fun of, called names not just in school but tuition, autos everywhere.

    How to control moobs ?
    That's what a 16 years old will search on internet when all evetyone does is stare at my chest. When all what my naughty classmates do is pinch them. Coz normal boys dont have them.

    How to Not be feminine?
    That's what you'll search when you love your mother's
    Sarees more than the shirts you wear. But you really cant do it. Its a sin. What if anyone catches me doing so?

    How to Not be a homosexual?
    That's what one will search when they live in a country where its a crime to be gay. Not just in the laws but in the prejudiced eyes of society too! That's what you'll search when you fear that telling reality can cause your parents throwing you out on streets. That's what you'll search when your sister asks you not be this way. Coz she's always wanted a brother. Not a gay.




    #lgbt #lgbtq #queer #gay #loveislove #pride #lgbtpoetry #prose #writersnetwork #mentalhealth #depression #anxiety #suicidal #keeptrying #selflove

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    How to un-gay ?

    How to un-gay ?
    That's what a 14 years old will search on the internet. When all he faces in the school is bullying , embarrassment and hatred.

    How to walk like a man ?
    That's what a 15 years old will search on Quora
    when hes being mocked, made fun of, called names not just in school but tuition, autos everywhere.

    How to control moobs ?
    That's what a 16 years old will search on internet when all evetyone does is stare at my chest. When all what my naughty classmates do is pinch them. Coz normal boys dont have them.

    How to Not be feminine?
    That's what you'll search when you love your mother's
    Sarees more than the shirts you wear. But you really cant do it. Its a sin. What if anyone catches me doing so?

    How to Not be a homosexual?
    That's what one will search when they live in a country where its a crime to be gay. Not just in the laws but in the prejudiced eyes of society too! That's what you'll search when you fear that telling reality can cause your parents throwing you out on streets. That's what you'll search when your sister asks you not be this way. Coz she's always wanted a brother. Not a gay.


    How to die without pain?
    That's what I search everytime things become overwhelming for me. But my love for people who think that I should un-gay. Doesn't let me die.
    And this ache , pain, trauma. Doesnt let me live either.
    ©hirdesh17

  • hirdesh17 22w

    Unknown people.

    So i think that its rather fun to use this app.
    No one knows me here. I dont have to necessarily be aesthetic 0r poetic over here.
    If you're reading this. I want you to know that writing like this over here. With No fear of anyone judging me is feeling a bit good to me.
    So im a college student....ive failed in my previous semesters badly...ive been facing mental health issues for over 2 years now. And people around me refuse to acknowledge it. They think that im just making excuses to Not study. Ive been failing the exams coz i cant focus on studies.theres this pain, fear, ache. My heart hasnt been broken or something but it just hurts. Ive been bullied badly in school for being feminine. And i have been like living in denial for years that im not this im not that. Now that ive accepted myself. Im now fearful and really scared what my life would be. I fear being alone. I fear being dying poor. I fear not being rich. I fear failing in my exams! I fear life.
    (Ill keep on sharing my thoughts like this, if you've read it full....then pls drop some words in the comment section)
    ©hirdesh17

  • avigrace 25w

    Ms. Avi

    When I told them I was Queer, Non-Binary, and Trans and they still called me, "Ms. Avi". I knew I had found a tribe.
    ©avigrace

  • queerqueenathena 28w

    THE SINNER'S PRAYER

    As the day turns into night,
    The reality of my life starts closing in on me
    Unheard spiritual conversations with my soul
    Drowning out the confidence with in me
    All the self-love squashing before my concious.
    Alas, it is just another night in my head!

    Spare my sanity,oh Lord
    As my sins battle with my mind
    For a mere sinner like me can only handle too much self pity and spite.
    I used to refer to my heart as a ghost town,
    Giving in to my emotional demons,
    But now I just say Hallelujah and take another risky romantic journey,
    Think I finally made peace with the hopeless psycho inside me.
    Maybe this is how it is supposed to be for some of us,
    Having to choose between being biblically righteous or emotionally stable,
    How I envy those that have it both ways!

    Have mercy on me oh God,
    For I am just a harmless wild girl,
    Hoping that my good will overdo my short comings,
    Believing that kindness will undo,
    The mark bestowed upon my people
    For crimes of passion
    While the cruel majority wonder free,
    And continue to terrorize the world
    Untouched and barely noticed.
    But what do I know?
    Am just a humble sinner.
    ©athena21

  • grotesque 30w

    Love; a curse

    At Jewelry shop, the shopkeeper asked..
    'How about this design for the groom's ring?'
    Everybody loved it except her.
    She murmured 'But I don't love a guy...'
    The shopkeeper asked 'What?'
    Tears drops came out of her eyes.
    .
    Her father pressed her wrist and said
    'She means she is a bit shy.'
    .
    Of course a girl always has to love a guy only.
    .
    .
    The next morning they found her body hanging from the ceiling with a note stating in capitals--

    'I ALWAYS LOVED A GIRL. YOUR SICK MENTALITY FAILED TO SEE THAT. LOVE IS LOVE. NOW GET MY DEAD BODY ORNAMENTED FOR MARRIAGE.'
    .
    .
    A Father lost a daughter. A lover lost a lover. Society didn't lose anything yet!

    ©grotesque

  • fallaciesandfantasies 31w

    Does it not amaze you
    How words can feel sometimes
    Like a cozy blanket
    A tight hug
    A warm bowl of your comfort food
    And a ray of sunshine

    ©fallaciesandfantasies

  • poeticfarmer 34w

    I crave for
    The Moon's
    litheness
    Whenever my dark
    Night arises...
    ©poeticfarmer